*
The more I looked at Damian, the more I began to see the man behind those eyes. Maybe I was prejudiced when it came to him, and maybe that would never change. But somehow, oddly enough, we seemed to have found our middle ground. I could talk to him without feeling the dread settling in my heart, and he seemed way too comfortable in my presence for me to relax.
After he left the room, I laid on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, wondering how it all came to this. I was apprehensive of actually letting him in, despite the fact that the core of my plans required him to be close to me at all times. I needed to get inside his head if I was to try and figure out a way to defeat him, and yet the more I delved into his mind the more he seemed to break my conviction.
I had to hate him. Th
